Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFFMRJVQEHW1KVHSFC6PZZQ

The van idled behind the Henderson residence like a lumpy, uninvited guest, its engine coughing every few seconds as if sharing Molly's distaste for the operation. Through the fence slats, she counted the children — seventeen, eighteen — chasing each other across the backyard with the feral energy of tiny caffeinated wolves. A piñata shaped like a unicorn swung from an oak tree, already looking worse for wear. Bill unfolded a crumpled napkin with crude drawings of the house layout. "Front door's wide open. We walk in casual-like." "That's insane, Bill. We'd look ridiculous." "More ridiculous than crawling through the doggy door?" Molly considered this while scanning the patio table. Forty-seven wrapped presents sat in a pyramid beneath a banner reading "HAPPY 5TH BIRTHDAY, CHARLIE!" The wrapping paper featured cartoon dinosaurs. Something about stealing from a five-year-old named Charlie made her stomach perform a complicated gymnastics routine. "They'll remember this. Children have long memories," she muttered. "Children have no memories. That's literally their whole thing." A small boy wearing a dinosaur costume — because of course he did — waddled past the fence and stared directly at them. He waved. Bill waved back. The boy's grandmother appeared and whisked him inside, oblivious. Molly sighed and grabbed the napkin. "Fine. We go in during cake. Nobody sees anything during cake."